Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Early in the morning, at 10 a.m., the air in Causeway Bay had already begun to become humid and hot.

Big Boss B needs something from me again.

Lin Yaodong leisurely led Xiao Fu, Gao Jin, and five or six underlings toward Boss B's boxing gym.

Xiao Fu and Gao Jin stood on either side, like two guardian deities. One had sharp eyes like a hawk, while the other had an expressionless face but a cold aura, causing the previously noisy gangsters on the road to unconsciously make way for them.

"Brother Dong, Brother B seems to be in a hurry. We're almost an hour late. What if..." one of the underlings asked nervously in a low voice.

Lin Yaodong adjusted his newly fitted gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes behind the lenses calm and unwavering: "What's the rush? There are problems with Hong Kong Island's urban planning. The pedestrian green light time is too short, barely enough for a drug addict to have a quick fling. It's unsafe for the elderly to cross the road. We've encountered this situation; can we just ignore it?"

He spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if it were more important than gang warfare.

Indeed, on their way to the boxing gym, they helped two elderly women who were struggling to cross the road and "educated" a motorcycle gang that tried to steal their grocery money. The system once again credited them with several hundred contribution points and a small amount of Hong Kong dollars.

Even a mosquito's leg is meat, and Lin Yaodong never complains about it.

"Bang! Bang bang!!"

As soon as I pushed open the slightly worn door of the boxing gym, the dull sounds of punching and the salty smell of sweat hit me.

On the central ring of the boxing gym, a strong and muscular man and a slightly overweight man were locked in a fierce battle.

It was none other than Boss B and Chan Ho-nam, who is currently the most prominent under him.

Boss B, shirtless, revealed his muscular body crisscrossed with scars. His attacks were fierce, but his steps were somewhat heavy.

Chan Ho-nam, on the other hand, was much more agile. He was young and fast, and spent most of his time dodging and blocking. Occasionally, he would seize an opening to counterattack with a punch or two, which was just right. He not only demonstrated his strength but also gave Boss B face.

Anyone with eyes can see that this was a pre-arranged sparring match.

The arrival of Lin Yaodong and his group immediately attracted the attention of the crowd gathered around the arena.

This group, led by Chicken, consisted of Chan Ho-nam's close associates.

Chicken, wearing a flashy shirt and with a toothpick in his mouth, saw Lin Yaodong and immediately exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Wow! No way? Ah Dong, you're late again? Are you kidding me? You've kept Brother B and Brother Nan waiting for you for so long!"

His tone was full of undisguised dissatisfaction and provocation.

In the Hung Hing Causeway Bay branch, everyone knows that Chan Ho-nam and Lam Yiu-tung are rivals, and Chicken, as Chan Ho-nam's best friend, naturally dislikes Lam Yiu-tung.

Lin Yaodong didn't take Shanji's provocation seriously, and even put on that "amiable" smile that his underlings thought was particularly irritating to Shanji.

He gently pushed up his glasses and explained in a gentle tone, "Chicken, you can't say that. You know how the urban construction is on Hong Kong Island. The zebra crossings are poorly designed, and the traffic lights are too short. There are always elderly people with mobility issues who need help on the way."

We, the people of the underworld, value loyalty above all else. Isn't respecting the elderly and helping the weak also a form of loyalty?

"Depend on!"

Chicken spat out the toothpick from his mouth, looking at him with disdain. "You went to help an old lady cross the street again? We're gangsters! Boss! Killing people, collecting debts, and guarding the brothels are our profession!"

"You're always messing around with these random things; anyone who didn't know better would think you're an undercover agent sent by the police!"

Lin Yaodong just smiled.

This is no longer news.

Throughout Causeway Bay, and even in other branches of Hung Hing, who didn't know that Lam Yiu-tung was an "outlier" in the triad?

Other gangsters competed fiercely, seeing who was better at fighting and who could cut people more ruthlessly.

Lin Yaodong, however, was keen on mediating neighborhood disputes, delivering rice and oil to elderly people living alone, and personally paying for herbal tea and desserts for sanitation workers and patrolling police officers.

In particular, his regular donations to charitable organizations such as Po Leung Kuk are unwavering.

Those who know him think he might have had a change of heart and want to do some good deeds for the organization.

Those who don't know him would definitely mistake him for an outstanding young volunteer who goes deep into the grassroots and is enthusiastic about public welfare, or an undercover police officer.

"Brother Dong!"

"Hello, Dong Ge!"

"Dong-ge, have you had breakfast yet?"

Many other gangsters in the boxing gym greeted Lin Yaodong warmly, their eyes filled with flattery and envy.

These looks were completely different from the awe they showed when looking at Chan Ho-nam and his gang.

The reason is simple: following Brother Dong will bring you "benefits"!

Lin Yaodong is recognized as the most successful and generous "boss" in the gang.

His underlings were noticeably more well-dressed and used better items than the others.

More importantly, Lin Yaodong had a unique "incentive system":

Whenever one of his underlings did a "good deed," such as helping a neighbor solve a real problem or stopping thugs from harassing a business, he could receive a real cash reward from Lam Yiu-tung as long as he mentioned afterwards, "It was Brother Tung from Causeway Bay who sent us to help."

This money is often more than what they would earn from collecting protection money once.

Over time, in the Causeway Bay area, Lam Yiu-tung's reputation even surpassed that of the leader, Boss B.

Boss B promised his underlings "loyalty" while Lin Yaodong simply handed out money, emphasizing "practical benefits."

When faced with real money, the vague notion of "loyalty" is clearly insignificant.

Loyalty?

How much is it worth?

If it weren't for the strict rules of the triad, which prevented members from easily switching allegiance or leaving once they had taken a sworn brotherhood, most of Boss B's men would probably have already joined Lin Yaodong's ranks.

However, this also caused many gang leaders who had contact with Lin Yaodong to feel a sense of crisis.

They weren't as rich as Lin Yaodong, nor as good at taking care of his underlings, so they could only slander him behind his back.

They secretly spread rumors that Lin Yaodong was particularly vicious.

Especially towards subordinates, if they fail to complete assigned tasks properly, they may suffer minor consequences, or even have their tendons severed.

Therefore, those who knew the truth couldn't wait to become Lin Yaodong's underlings, while some who didn't know followed the rumors and spread them.

Big Brother B and Chan Ho-nam on the stage also noticed the commotion.

Boss B feinted a punch, patted Chan Ho-nam on the shoulder, and signaled that the sparring session was over.

The two wiped their sweat with towels and stepped off the ring.

"Ah Dong, you're here!" Boss B put on a smile, and despite having waited for a long time, he didn't seem too displeased.

He walked up to Lin Yaodong with great enthusiasm, put his thick arm around Lin Yaodong's shoulder, and then put his arm around Chen Haonan, who was walking over. "Anan, you did a good job just now!"

Chen Haonan nodded to Lin Yaodong as a greeting, but a subtle hint of scrutiny and competition lingered in his eyes.

"Brother B, Anan," Lin Yaodong replied with a smile.

"Come on, let's go inside and talk. I have something to tell you both."

Boss B, with one arm around each of his two most capable henchmen, walked into the small office in the back of the boxing gym, leaving a group of underlings outside with their own thoughts.

The office wasn't very soundproof, and you could still faintly hear the noise from the guys outside.

Boss B gestured for the two to sit on the old sofa, while he walked behind the desk piled with clutter and began to carefully arrange a set of purple clay teaware.

"Come, try the fine tea that Mr. Jiang gave you last time, a premium Pu'er tea from the mainland."

Boss B awkwardly washed the cups and brewed the tea, trying to imitate the mannerisms of upper-class bosses and create a composed atmosphere.